So am I the only one who firmly believes that TICKLING, as a fetish, evolves mostly from childhood experiences?
Most of My clients clients agree, in addition to most other fetishes.
My story, if I haven't shared it yet:
As young as 8 yrs. old (3rd grade), I would lure My [then] best friend, 'Carlitos'--a frail, skinny boy--back by some bushes behind the schoolyard, bind his wrists behind his back and go to town on him. Ribs, neck, tummy, waist--I did ALL the spots! For some reason, My Mom allowed Me to have relatively long fingernails at that young age, so I kept them nicely filed and sharp for My times with 'Carlitos'. I remember getting SO excited as he cried and pleaded...and laughed! I can still remember laughing and getting physically *aroused* for the first time EVER and wondering, "What's going on down *there*?".
I sometimes wonder whatever happened to 'Carlitos'...He's probably a very disturbed young man, somewhere in Puerto Rico! 🙂
Also, a close friend's foot/tickling fetishes started out as a child in the late 60s, when his hippie babysitter would walk around barefoot in her bellbottoms. She'd lay on the sofa, feet propped on one of the armrests, watching TV as My friend ran amok around the house. He'd crawl on his belly, pretending to be GI Joe on a 'special tickling mission', and tickle her feet. She'd laugh it up, giggle, then tell him to stop when it got too much for her. After a couple of minutes he'd start all over again. I bet she loved it.
Most of My clients clients agree, in addition to most other fetishes.
My story, if I haven't shared it yet:
As young as 8 yrs. old (3rd grade), I would lure My [then] best friend, 'Carlitos'--a frail, skinny boy--back by some bushes behind the schoolyard, bind his wrists behind his back and go to town on him. Ribs, neck, tummy, waist--I did ALL the spots! For some reason, My Mom allowed Me to have relatively long fingernails at that young age, so I kept them nicely filed and sharp for My times with 'Carlitos'. I remember getting SO excited as he cried and pleaded...and laughed! I can still remember laughing and getting physically *aroused* for the first time EVER and wondering, "What's going on down *there*?".
I sometimes wonder whatever happened to 'Carlitos'...He's probably a very disturbed young man, somewhere in Puerto Rico! 🙂
Also, a close friend's foot/tickling fetishes started out as a child in the late 60s, when his hippie babysitter would walk around barefoot in her bellbottoms. She'd lay on the sofa, feet propped on one of the armrests, watching TV as My friend ran amok around the house. He'd crawl on his belly, pretending to be GI Joe on a 'special tickling mission', and tickle her feet. She'd laugh it up, giggle, then tell him to stop when it got too much for her. After a couple of minutes he'd start all over again. I bet she loved it.